Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Charmed characters or the spells used! I got the spells from thecharmedworld.com, and they don't belong to me! Please don't sue me, I'm begging you! :P The story is mine and I dunno maybe a demon or two...
AN: Sorry about scaring everyone in the last chapter! Starring Piper, your story is great. Better udate soon, or I'll take away 'the cookie'...BUM BUM BUUUM! lol
Chapter 11
"Piper!," Leo exclaimed, rushing into Paige's room, "she's awake and asking for her sisters." Tears threatened to spill over as she asked, "She wants to see me?" Leo looked incredulous. "Of course she does, sweetie! Come on, that medicine should be long gone. Are you ready?," he asked carefully. She held up a finger, signalling for him to give her a minute. "Paige, honey," she whispered softly. Paige blinked rapidly until her eyes focused. "Morning, missy Paige," Piper said, kissing her forehead. "Can we see her?," Paige asked, fully awake. "Sure she's awake and asking for us, kiddo," Piper told her. "Something about hospitals brings out the wierdest behavior....Kiddo?," Paige thought absurdly. Slowly, Piper pulled herself from the wheelchair she'd been sitting in and steadied herself on the edge of the bed. Paige crawled out and landed beside Piper. Grabbing her hand, she asked, "Are you ready?" Piper nodded determinedly. Glenn and Leo moved to support them. Glenn had come in quietly behind Leo earlier. The sisters quickly shook them off, feeling as normal as possible in the situation they were in. Nevertheless, the men followed closely. "Um...Leo? Where is it exactly that we're heading?," Paige asked, lost. Leo quickly took the lead, answering, "Oh, follow me." They finally came into a small room filled with the sounds of the continuos beeping and whirling of machines. This time, tears did reach Piper's cheeks. She was reminded of the time Prue had had her appendix removed. She and Phoebe had spent several tear-filled hours agonising over their big 'sissy'. She'd been fine, of course, but had been bombarded by hugs and kisses from her little sisters. Now, though, it was Phoebe lying there and 'sister kisses' weren't going to make it all better. Piper was shaken from her thoughts by a gentle tug on her shirt. She looked down into scared brown eyes. Piper squeezed Paige's hand and walked towards Phoebe. Phoebe had drifted back to sleep, so the sisters stared at her closed eyes, afraid to even breathe loudly. She looked so peaceful, lying there fast asleep. Paige tentatively reached out to touch her face. That small contact brought her to the floor in silent weeping. Piper went for her, but Glenn led her from the room instead. She noticed a movement from the bed and quickly moved to watch. Phoebe moved her head slightly and opened her eyes, just a little. Piper held her breath and waited. "Piper...my arm. Is Grams mad that I climbed that tree? Where's Prue? The doctors said it was broken..." Phoebe said a little incoherently. Piper looked at her, confused. "Piper? Piper! I want Prue!," Phoebe demanded childishly. Something came together in Piper's mind. She was at a loss for words. How did she explain to her seven year old like sister that her protective older sister was dead and that her arm wasn't broken, she'd been shot? Phoebe had fallen out of a tree when she was seven after Prue had told her she was too small to climb it. It had been a very traumatic experience for a child. Fortunately, Phoebe seemed to come around on her own. "Oh, Piper? Starlene...why did she do this to us?," Phoebe asked, frightened, then drifted back into a restful slumber. Piper watched for any sign of her waking up, then hurried outside of the room. There she found Paige curled up on the floor with a very worried Glenn sitting beside her. Piper sat next to her and gently rubbed her back. Paige moved to cling tightly to her older sister, who wrapped her arms around her. "Paige, sweetheart, you've been so strong for us. It's ok to let go. I have you, I won't let you fall too far," Piper whispered soothingly. Paige was amazed at how easily Piper read her fears. She snuggled closer and cried harder. It had scared her to see Phoebe in that condition, knowing that evil hadn't caused it. An innocent. But why? Paige had never really been given an explanation and she just drew a blank as to why a human would try to take away one of the most important people in her life. She felt so horrible, but at least she wasn't worrying about what to do about Prue. "Why do I have to make this choice? Why does it hurt so bad? I love them so much...I have to do what's right for them.," Paige thought to herself. None of this seemed fair for any of them.
Detective Morris was sitting in the hospital parking lot, getting ready the questions he had to ask. Quick and to the point, no more pain than necessary. He'd volunteered to go for their statement, evev prolonged it as long as possible. Sometimes he hated his job. He had to go and iterrogate two people he cared about. They had to relive the horror of watching their sister, their blood, being shot down. Sighing heavily, he extricated himself from the vehicle and made his way into the hospital. "I'll check on Phoebe first," he told himself and turned down the appropriate hall. He had called ahead and made sure of the rooms they each were in. As he approached Phoebe's room, he noticed to women, looking devastated, sitting in the floor. He swore softly when he recognized them. "Maybe I should come back," he thought, but was stopped when Piper looked up at him. "Hey Darryl," she said, shaking slightly. "Piper," he began, " How are you holding up?" Piper looked baffled. "How does it look like we're holding up?," she snapped, then winced at her tone. She slowly got up and came over to him. "I'm sorry. Phoebe is going to be ok. Paige is...well, you can see. She's having a hard time with all of this," she told him. Darryl nodded, understanding what she meant. Before he could ask anything, Piper led him away and, in a monotone, explained what had happened. "Please, don't ask her to tell you the same thing you heard from me. It's the same story, and she can't handle it right now," Piper asked when she finished. Darryl nodded again and said, "Piper, I am truly sorry about this. Please, call me if you need anything. I'll come by and check up on her as soon as I can." She acknowledged his words and watched him leave, then made her way back over to Paige. Her sister looked more calm. "Paige?," she asked, remembering something, "Remember back in the alley? When you told me we needed to talk? What was it that you wanted to talk about?" Paige looked so horrified that Piper felt horrible for bringing it up. "Never mind, it isn't important," Piper said quickly. Paige shook her head. She knew she had to tell her. It was pointless to hold it back. Suddenly, the hall echoed with a blood curdling scream.
AN: Sorry about scaring everyone in the last chapter! Starring Piper, your story is great. Better udate soon, or I'll take away 'the cookie'...BUM BUM BUUUM! lol
Chapter 11
"Piper!," Leo exclaimed, rushing into Paige's room, "she's awake and asking for her sisters." Tears threatened to spill over as she asked, "She wants to see me?" Leo looked incredulous. "Of course she does, sweetie! Come on, that medicine should be long gone. Are you ready?," he asked carefully. She held up a finger, signalling for him to give her a minute. "Paige, honey," she whispered softly. Paige blinked rapidly until her eyes focused. "Morning, missy Paige," Piper said, kissing her forehead. "Can we see her?," Paige asked, fully awake. "Sure she's awake and asking for us, kiddo," Piper told her. "Something about hospitals brings out the wierdest behavior....Kiddo?," Paige thought absurdly. Slowly, Piper pulled herself from the wheelchair she'd been sitting in and steadied herself on the edge of the bed. Paige crawled out and landed beside Piper. Grabbing her hand, she asked, "Are you ready?" Piper nodded determinedly. Glenn and Leo moved to support them. Glenn had come in quietly behind Leo earlier. The sisters quickly shook them off, feeling as normal as possible in the situation they were in. Nevertheless, the men followed closely. "Um...Leo? Where is it exactly that we're heading?," Paige asked, lost. Leo quickly took the lead, answering, "Oh, follow me." They finally came into a small room filled with the sounds of the continuos beeping and whirling of machines. This time, tears did reach Piper's cheeks. She was reminded of the time Prue had had her appendix removed. She and Phoebe had spent several tear-filled hours agonising over their big 'sissy'. She'd been fine, of course, but had been bombarded by hugs and kisses from her little sisters. Now, though, it was Phoebe lying there and 'sister kisses' weren't going to make it all better. Piper was shaken from her thoughts by a gentle tug on her shirt. She looked down into scared brown eyes. Piper squeezed Paige's hand and walked towards Phoebe. Phoebe had drifted back to sleep, so the sisters stared at her closed eyes, afraid to even breathe loudly. She looked so peaceful, lying there fast asleep. Paige tentatively reached out to touch her face. That small contact brought her to the floor in silent weeping. Piper went for her, but Glenn led her from the room instead. She noticed a movement from the bed and quickly moved to watch. Phoebe moved her head slightly and opened her eyes, just a little. Piper held her breath and waited. "Piper...my arm. Is Grams mad that I climbed that tree? Where's Prue? The doctors said it was broken..." Phoebe said a little incoherently. Piper looked at her, confused. "Piper? Piper! I want Prue!," Phoebe demanded childishly. Something came together in Piper's mind. She was at a loss for words. How did she explain to her seven year old like sister that her protective older sister was dead and that her arm wasn't broken, she'd been shot? Phoebe had fallen out of a tree when she was seven after Prue had told her she was too small to climb it. It had been a very traumatic experience for a child. Fortunately, Phoebe seemed to come around on her own. "Oh, Piper? Starlene...why did she do this to us?," Phoebe asked, frightened, then drifted back into a restful slumber. Piper watched for any sign of her waking up, then hurried outside of the room. There she found Paige curled up on the floor with a very worried Glenn sitting beside her. Piper sat next to her and gently rubbed her back. Paige moved to cling tightly to her older sister, who wrapped her arms around her. "Paige, sweetheart, you've been so strong for us. It's ok to let go. I have you, I won't let you fall too far," Piper whispered soothingly. Paige was amazed at how easily Piper read her fears. She snuggled closer and cried harder. It had scared her to see Phoebe in that condition, knowing that evil hadn't caused it. An innocent. But why? Paige had never really been given an explanation and she just drew a blank as to why a human would try to take away one of the most important people in her life. She felt so horrible, but at least she wasn't worrying about what to do about Prue. "Why do I have to make this choice? Why does it hurt so bad? I love them so much...I have to do what's right for them.," Paige thought to herself. None of this seemed fair for any of them.
Detective Morris was sitting in the hospital parking lot, getting ready the questions he had to ask. Quick and to the point, no more pain than necessary. He'd volunteered to go for their statement, evev prolonged it as long as possible. Sometimes he hated his job. He had to go and iterrogate two people he cared about. They had to relive the horror of watching their sister, their blood, being shot down. Sighing heavily, he extricated himself from the vehicle and made his way into the hospital. "I'll check on Phoebe first," he told himself and turned down the appropriate hall. He had called ahead and made sure of the rooms they each were in. As he approached Phoebe's room, he noticed to women, looking devastated, sitting in the floor. He swore softly when he recognized them. "Maybe I should come back," he thought, but was stopped when Piper looked up at him. "Hey Darryl," she said, shaking slightly. "Piper," he began, " How are you holding up?" Piper looked baffled. "How does it look like we're holding up?," she snapped, then winced at her tone. She slowly got up and came over to him. "I'm sorry. Phoebe is going to be ok. Paige is...well, you can see. She's having a hard time with all of this," she told him. Darryl nodded, understanding what she meant. Before he could ask anything, Piper led him away and, in a monotone, explained what had happened. "Please, don't ask her to tell you the same thing you heard from me. It's the same story, and she can't handle it right now," Piper asked when she finished. Darryl nodded again and said, "Piper, I am truly sorry about this. Please, call me if you need anything. I'll come by and check up on her as soon as I can." She acknowledged his words and watched him leave, then made her way back over to Paige. Her sister looked more calm. "Paige?," she asked, remembering something, "Remember back in the alley? When you told me we needed to talk? What was it that you wanted to talk about?" Paige looked so horrified that Piper felt horrible for bringing it up. "Never mind, it isn't important," Piper said quickly. Paige shook her head. She knew she had to tell her. It was pointless to hold it back. Suddenly, the hall echoed with a blood curdling scream.